Monday, September 28, 2015

Perspective

Now the farmers have cut the tall corn
in their  far-stretching fields,
And again I can see the distant forest,
the sky-high trees.
How can a stalk of corn
block a pine grove from my sight?
It's both silly and terrifying.
What else am I missing
for a dead stalk of corn
that will be gone tomorrow?

Bayboro, NC
Sept. 27, 2015

4 comments:

Lisa Richards said...

Poetry from the farm! Now that the corn is harvested, your view is broadened. Enjoy the forest! :)

Mary Ann Potter said...

Nicely penned, M.K.!

melissa said...

Sending you love, sweets. :)

Ida said...

Well done!